Chapter b151 /b

bSkye’s /bPOV

I shd dowerscard, my body rushing through darkness in a long, winding tunnel. The concrete walls scraped against my skin as i spiraled deeper and deeper. Turning sharply at unexpected angles that sent my stomach hirching

My hands desperately sought purchase against the unnoth surface, but found nothing to grip.

“Adrian!” I called out, my voice echoing in the narrow passage before being swallowed by the darkness,

1 couldn’t tell how blong /bI tumbled through the ckness, until finally, I hit the bottom with a hand thot that knocked the wind from my lungs.

1y there gasping, the world spinning wildly around me. My head thrubbed, and nautes rolled through my stomach in sickening whet

1 squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe slowly.

Calm down. Deep breaths. In… put… in poi…..

After several moments, the dizziness began to subside. I carefully opened my eyesb. /b

I found myself in what appeared to be a modern underground tunnel system.

Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling cast a steady, clinical glow across smooth concrete walls. The air was cool and slightly damp, carrying the faint scent of earth and something metallic.

As my

vision cleared further, I noticed something bstrange /babout the tunnelwork.

Then I looked up and saw something that made me gasp,

Above me, visible through a ss ceiling panel, bwas /banother corridor–upside down. I could see walkways, doon, and even what looked like ba /bwater bfountain/b, all inverted bas /bof bgravity /bworked differently just a bfew /bmeters above my head,

ts not t,” I murmured as understanding dawned. The maze is three–dimensional

“It’s

The entirebyrinth wasn’t designed on a single ne hut as aplex three–dimensional structure with multiple levels boperating /bunder different gravitational rules.

This exined why we hadn’t encountered other teams–the maze wai

massive andyered.

“Some packs entrances must be underground,” I realized aloud. Different teams bcould /bbe navigating bentirely /bbseparate /bbsections /bband /byers.

“Good

Elder bSelene/b! This truly bis /bba /bwork of art!” I eximed, my voice echoing bagainst /bthe concrete walls.

Beality quickly bpulled /bme back to my current predicament. I needed to find Adrian and the others.

I tumed toward the tunnel entrance and shouted:

“Adrian! bCan /byou hear me? Adrian!”

ur mind–link.

Only my own echo answered. I concentrated, trying to reach him through our

Adrianb? /bWhere are you? bCan /bbyou /bbhear /bme?

Nothing

Adrian! Please answer inel

I sensed something very faint presence, like a heartbeat heard through a thick wall, but no clear connection.

attempted to reach Ryder and Lydia instead.

Ryder? Luha? Can alvese hear me?

Same resalt. Just vague sentations, enough in know they

they were alive but insufficient formunication

Mind–links between werewolves have distance limitations. If I could only sente vagar presences, we were separated by at least kilometer. But rare i coul pense them at all, we couldn’t be more than three kilometers spari.

At least we weren’tpletely disconnected. They were somewhere neatly, probably in different levels or sections of the maze

I turned back to the metal chate, determined to try retuming the way I’de

I approached the entrance, attempting to scale it. But the tunnel walls were nearly vertical and impossibly slick, like polished teel. There were no ridges crevices to use as handholds.

After several attempts, each ending with me sliding back down after climbing only a few feet, I gave up.

“Fine, I get it,” I said to the tunnel. “You don’t want me going

hack

Since 1 couldn’t return to my original path, I had no choice but to move forward.

If this mate had only one exit, we’d all eventually meet there, regardless of which routes we took.

I took a deep breath and chose the straight path ahead of me.

The corridor was well–Et, with smooth concrete bfloors /band asional directional signs that, frustratinglyb, /bwere written in symbols I couldn’t understand.

The tunnel stretched forward, curving slightly to the left after about fifty meters. I quickened my bpace/b, hoping to find Adrian or other clues soon.

However, as I rounded the bend, the environment began to change subtly. The clinical fluorescent lights dimmed, reced by older, yellowing fixtures that cast long shadows. The concrete walls gave way to rough stone, and the bair /bgrew bheavier/b, carrying a familiar scent.

A powerful sense of déjà vu struck me. This smell… I knew bthis /bce.

The light grew dimmer, and the corridor narrowed. My heart raced bas /bban /bominous feeling crawled up my spine. This bwasn’t /bjust any random section of the maze–this was a specific ce, somewhere I’d been before.

After passing through a heavy metal door that swung open at bmy /bapproach. I bstopped/b, drawing in a shocked breath.

Before me stood a low stone building with small, barred windows and moss–covered bwalls/b. The trance bwas /bba /bheavy metal door with a rusted but still bwalld /b

block/bb. /b

The dungeon of the Gravestone Pack.

seven months bago/b.

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My leg began to tremble, my

ly stomach contracting painfully.

I knew the maze would test us, but I hadn’t expected it to be so cruel, so precise in finding my deepest wounds.

Just then, the door slowly opened with a grating bcreak/b. A familiar figure stood in the doorway, her ck hair disheveled, her face bearing a defiant expression despite the gentleness in her eyes.

“Nadia My voice broke

She looked exactly bas /bshe had seven months ago, wearing the wedding guest dress Jessie had designed. A bbruise /bcircled her left eyeb, /bhet lip was split, but she stood straight band /btall, just as she balways /bbhad/b.

“You came,” bNadia /bbsaid/b, bher /bvoice calm and steady. “I knew you would.”